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Kirthaven Gym: Gym Motivation

Business was booming at the Kirthaven Gym, and Max was its newest customer. He'd always been a gym nut, but when his friends all started going to the Kirthaven, he decided to give the place a try.

So far, thought, the experience had been less than ideal. The man at the front desk had been deadpan, and it looked like the trainers were the same. You don't want them gushing, he thought, but doing something to motivate helped everyone.

"Is there a problem, sir?" a scrawny young man asked as he walked up.

"You're a trainer?" Max was incredulous.

"No, I'm the owner," the man replied smugly.

"Well, yeah, there is a problem. Your employees aren't really helping motivate your customers," Max said accusingly.

"Well, sir, we here at Kirthaven Gym feel that motivation is very important, but that kind of motivation doesn't go far enough, and so we're going to the cutting edge. The music you are hearing is specially tailored to help motivate you as you listen."

Max raised an eyebrow at that. "Really?"

"Oh yes, as long as you focus on it, you'll be able to do more and push harder. Why don't you give it a try?" the man said, indicating a weight machine that was open.

Max shrugged. "I guess I can."

Max started working out as the owner watched. Huh, he's right, Max thought as he started working out. The music was easy to focus on; he barely heard the owner's rambling.

"Yup, this is state-of-the-art. Everything you need to help get you to the place that you want to be. Focusing on the music helps you do that. It goes straight to those portions of your mind that distract you and just blocks them out. Can't you feel it?"

"Yeah," Max replied, finding his attention easily focused on his reps. And the music. And the owner's voice.

"Those blocks are very important," the owner continued, "and the longer you listen to the music, the more those unimportant things can be blocked out. So the more you work out, the easier it is to block out fatigue, to to block out distractions, to block out worries, to block out cares. So easy to focus with those gone. But there are other things that distract you, too. Like your memories?"

Wha? Max thought, the shock trying to break him from the music and the words. But the owner droned on.

"Memories are so distracting. Bringing up the past, trying to make you think of other times. Better to let the music block it out. Even the little things like your name are distracting, unimportant."

My name? Max thought blearily. My name is uh... ummmm.... I... thinking... hard... reps... music... his thoughts drifted off. He continued to pump, but his eyes rolled back in his head, his brain seeming to dribble with mush with the owner's final words.

"Thoughts are a distraction too. You don't need them, my voice is enough. It can do all the things your thoughts used to. You just focus on the music and wait for instructions."

Max's mouth fell open, but he still mindlessly did reps.

The owner smiled evilly. Perfect, he thought, and this one is already buff. Might make him another trainer so we can expand.

"Stand up and pose," the owner ordered.

Max stopped doing reps and stood, his body posing, except for his head, which fell loosely to his chest. The owner gauged sizes.

"Okay, let me get you a uniform. Wait here."

Max was busy coating the ceiling with fresh layer of paint when Aiden patted his shoulder.

As Max turned around, it's too late for him to react anyway as Aiden, with hands covered in thick black goo, simply smack his hand to cover Max's face. Some small part of the goo shots themselves into Max's nostrils while the rest invaded his brain through his ears and gaped mouth. Aiden smothers Max's hand with some of the goo and left on his own to continue the takeover

Aiden managed to subdued Ricardo who's busy working in the kitchen and also Jeff, the youngest among the rest of the workers and also the one with the second most solid set of muscle for the small-town citizen, who's busy working in the connected bathroom between the 2 kids room

Meanwhile, the newly-minted Max managed to brought down Don, the oldest and also the biggest among the crew as he surprised him from the back with a handful of goo,

and also Ben, the Iraqi veteran new-joiner, interested to work on the field for past couple days as it's part of his iniatiation by the owner of the construction firm/his best friend, Carter

While Jeff is busy taking down college boys, Don went on a different route.

Don always hit the gym right after work, and it's only normal for the alien to hit the gym too while in control of the muscle tank's body.

But, much to its dismay, Don is practically a lone wolf that no one dared to mess with so it couldn't make a move to spread around. That's why it decided to move itself out from Don's body in search for a more approachable body, and lucky for him, one such specimen seemingly fulfilled its needs

He's one of the trainer in this gym, well, that in itself already provided bigger reach than Don as he could certainly help it to takeover more people with its charming smile and trusted status as a PT. It didn't take long for the big black muscle man to easily overpower the white handsome PT that is certainly smaller than him, and it was stealthy too as the takeover happened during Don seemingly spotting the PT. The trainer, named Davy, just smiled as the black goo left only a tiny bit of itself within Don and chose himself

"Well, happy to help the cause," he said to himself as his brain fully taken over by the black goo

He quickly spotted the other PT in the gym and swiftly infected them one by one for starter.

By the time the gym is filled with the after-work crowd around 7 PM, all the PT and the gym staffers already taken over and with that, a second operational base outside of the home is set in no time

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By 7 PM, Trent, Jeff's minions, also already made his move and subjugated all the frat boys from Pike

It was all started from one of the boys letting Trent in after seeing Trent staring at Pike's house from the outside a tad too long.

That was basically the start of the downfall as the access given let Trent went on a wild spree taking down frat boys in all shapes and sizes within Pike.

Freshmen that just pledged, juniors, seniors, even Master's degree student and former President of the local Pike chapter that continued his school in the local uni fell victim to the fast-spreading black goo

When Jeff came to check on Trent's work as he visited Pike fresh from taking over the other two roommates left of his, he keeps on serious facial expression and commending Trent's speediness

The battery-powered pacifier keeps him docile during his initial mind-conditioning stage. This is the time when he's the most susceptible to external insight and command, allowing us to shape him to our likings. He also wouldn't do anything harmful to the series of supervisor tasked to monitor his progress. It's quite vital actually for him to be calm and not showing his aggressive human tendency, especially noting the fact that the monitoring involved some thorough physical checking that can make human in their normal state distressed. Oh, how far we've come, from having to force our way in and wrestle the control of the body and the mind from the human to having this state-of-the-art processing facilities where none of our kind have to risk or even sacrifice their lives in the process to acquire human body

Well, enough nostalgia. Back to the explanation. When his body and mind is ready, we will sedate him and put our small friend inside him to then take charge of that body. Usually that's what happened, but in case we deemed his mind to be unfit to receive our small friend, which happened....well, at least 1 in 50 cases so far, we'll just keep the docile human around as our plaything. They make quite a wonderful companion to have around actually

So, hope the tour is enough to give you a glance on how we work around here. Now, I know all of this revelation are shocking for you and you just can't wait to write your little piece of article and publish it as fast as possible to warn all the oblivious human. But we can't let you do that, and instead, you will be the first to try out our brand new development. In just mere hours you will be pliable and ready, and I know you'll write great articles afterward urging people to see and try for themselves what our latest tech can do instead.

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"Zvezer, any more resistance from our journalist friend?"

"Nope. He's gone. It's all me here,"

"Okay then. He's been too long gone for just this reporting, so let's get you dressed so you can get back to his office for the evening debrief and we will monitor your condition remotely. Get down to write the articles right away, okay?"

"Certainly, sir,"

Your current state, so deeply enthralled by my voice and my suggestions, belie your previous attempts to resist my hypnotic control.

It was sweet, really, to see you try to curb your desire to fall deeply into trance the way your well-trained mind yearned to do. In fact, your resolute statement that you were going to fight my control only served to precipitate your inexorable fall.

Your attempt to resist was not due to any unwillingness to be my plaything, nor was it because of any lack of trust. No... it was because of our rapport and affection that you tried to withstand your conditioned responses. You know that in my control lies the most erotic gift you can give me, and you wanted to more fully bestow that gift into my hands.

So look at you now, Beloved.

The result of your arduous attempt to refrain from your inevitable drop is that you are now deeper in trance that you have ever been before. So touchingly surrendered to me, my suggestions... my whims.

And now bound by my tight hypnotic coils, you are helpless to refuse, helpless to resist, helpless, and Mine.

Thank you for your trust,...

And I know you will be thanking me soon.

But first, my needs must be satisfied...